September 28, 2007
I cringe when, from behind me,
comes the sound of your voice
And suddenly, my ears
block out all other noise.

I become nervous when, across the hallway,
I can see your perfect face
And suddenly I have been lifted,
taken to a different place.

I treasure the moment when, right next to me,
You brush up against my arm
And suddenly, you have set off
my own alarm.

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